Part II - That Doctor Called

I had one illness after another throughout the entire year. The car seemed to know the way to the doctor's office or the hospital. The hospital staff knew us by first name, we were almost fixtures.
If it had not been for my husband I would have given in and given up. He was strong when I needed him to be strong and vulnerable if anyone tried to hurt me. He cried for me.
No matter how long my hospital stays lasted, he never left my side, not even to go home for clothes. If he got a stain on his shirt, he'd turn it over. He wanted to be sure I was taken care of and we hated to be out of the others realm for more than a few hours.
Once when I came home from an extended hospital stay, my grandmother decided she would come to our house to help with cooking and such, her being a retired nurse she's used to assisting the "sick and the shut in". She meant no harm, but as she stood in our kitchen washing dishes, Melvin, very politely, told her that he takes care of me and they, she nor my mother, needed to worry, I was in good hands. With that, my grandmother went home and told anyone who would listen, "that gal's in good hands."
On another return home he put up new blinds in the bedroom, the ones I had been clamoring to have, he picked them up during the post op wait. Another time he and one of my girlfriends took me to see Prince in concert. I was still sore and he knows I love to dance so he held me in his lap, to steady me and I was able to move and enjoy the concert.
On the last leg of the illnesses and surgeries, my baby was getting tired. I too was tired of being in convalescent mode all the time. I wanted the clothes washed and I wanted to do, he wouldn't allow it. I got angry and said, "Take me to my momma!" He said "Okay Poo, but what about me?" Those six words may as well have been a stun gun, I was shocked back to reality. How could I be so selfish. As you can imagine I felt like a grain of sand, so I tucked my tail, got back into bed and went to sleep. He had a smooth, ole school way of defusing my rants or tantrums, he liked to talk. "Poo let's talk about it," and we would for hours and if we came to an impasse, we simply let it go.
This second phase of our romance had mellowed both of us, especially him, God is still working with me.

Post Note:
Fire called me today and gingerly gave me the news that my sister in law, one of Melvin's younger sisters, passed this morning. My first thought was, "Ooooooo, she gets to see Poo."

tomorrow.